In the CONSOL Energy Center locker rooms that evening, all the Penguins are sitting around the room while Bylsma is in the middle, talking to them.

"You guys did a great job at yesterday's game--"

"Except for Vokoun," Fleury interrrupts.

"Hey!" Vokoun shouts.

"--so keep up the great work! To the ice!" Bylsma walks out from the room, pumping a fist in the air.

All Penguins go to the ice and start practicing. Matt is at his stove, cooking, of course.

Brandon skates over to him. "Whatcha cookin'?"

"Lasagna! Meat, vegetable, and cheese!" Matt exclaims happily.

"I want one."

"Just wait for the 'ding'!"

There was silence for a moment.

"I don't hear the 'ding'," Brandon growls.

"Good food takes time!"

"I WANT TO EAT NOOOOOW!!!" Brandon starts swinging his stick wildly.

"Calm down, Sutter!" Bylsma shouts at the ice.

The oven makes the 'ding' sound.

"Ooo! The food's ready!" Matt pulls out one tray of lasagna and takes a whiff of it. "Mmmm...perfecto! Lasagna for everyone!"

"Finally!" Brandon stops going crazy and takes the whole tray and starts eating from it. "Mmmm..." He skates away from Matt.

Matt pulls out another tray of lasagna and gives a slice each to Sidney and Chris.

"What's this?" Chris asks, looking down at his plate of lasagna.

"Whatever it is, it's good!" Sidney exclaims with his mouth full.

Vokoun sees food being passed out. "Yay!" He skates over to Matt.

Matt is about to give a slice to Vokoun, but Fleury comes along and takes it away. "No food for you, Vokoun!" He skates away, eating.

"Hey!" Vokoun shouts angrily at Fleury.

"Would you like some?" Matt asks Vokoun.

Vokoun nods his head quickly.

Matt gives a slice to Vokoun. "Here you go, buddy!"

"Yay!" Vokoun takes a bite. "Yay!" He skates away eating some more.

Bylsma gets on the ice. "What is going on?!" He sees his team sitting on the ice, eating and talking.

"It's his fault!" Fleury points to Matt.

"It looks more like a picnic than a practice to me. Who didn't invite me?"

Matt skates up to Bylsma with a slice of lasagna. "Would you like some?"

"Well, do I have a choice?" Bylsma takes the plate and eats some. "Mmmm...wow..." He sits down and begins to eat some more.

"Would you like some water to go with that, Coach?" Pascal ask Bylsma.

"Sure."

Pascal grabs a green squirt bottle and hands it to Bylsma.

"Thanks." Bylsma drinks some water.

For the rest of practice, the Penguins have a nice picnic, thanks to Matt Cooke.